Holy cow, but it was hot today. My neighbors inform me it was 101º. I’m not sure it was actually that hot; I know the Sea-Tac Airport recorded 97º, a record high for this day.
Anyhow, it’s damn hot. I know that for sure.
We decided to eat lunch at the bakery today. We didn’t know what all we were going to do today; we just wanted to get the hell out of Dodge and into some cool air conditioning. The bakery isn’t air conditioned (many businesses here don’t have it because it’s really not cost-effective most of the year), but it was still cooler inside than it was out.
A friend of mine owns the bakery, and when I go in there, we end up BS-ing for quite some time. That happened again today (surprise surprise), so we were there probably two hours. Kurt scored some extra broccoli salad, though.
Right as we were about to wrap it up and leave, my friend J came in with her daughter. I got J addicted to the bakery for lunch too. We sat with them and chatted as they ate, an as they were finishing, J informed me she was taking Grace home with her.
How do you say no when someone wants to watch your kid?? Answer: You don’t! You let her take her and go about your business with your husband!
The only problem was, with so little notice, Kurt and I couldn’t figure out what the hell we wanted to do. Neither of us wanted to go to the casino, and there isn’t much in this area we can’t do with Grace in tow.
We ended up just going to the mall and then picked up some milk at the commissary. But as we left the base, the truck started shuddering, and the next thing we know, the engine quit!!! Kurt would press the accelerator, and it would make this scary chattering noise. It was definitely not good.
So we headed off to the nearest gas station. By the time we got there, the truck seemed almost fine again. He managed to get it to shudder again a few times if he revved the engine and let it go back to idle, but it didn’t die again.
The folks at NAPA didn’t help much. Kurt was already planning to buy a fuel filter, but they had no better idea of what the problem could be with the truck. One guy thought it was definitely the alternator, but Kurt doesn’t think that’s the problem. We could run the a/c just fine in the truck all the way home, so it’s not the electrical system that’s the problem.
The problem might be the engine. Not good. We want to drive this truck to Rhode Island!!!
That said, I guess it’s better we have the problem now and not on the side of the road somewhere in Montana. Can you imagine us stranded somewhere in the middle of nowhere with Grace and the dog??? Not fun.
Maybe Kurt will get his wish of buying a car before we move to Rhode Island. I really love not having a car payment, but you know, it’s probably better to drive a safe car all the way to Rhode Island. We were planning to buy a new (to us, anyhow… I’m not a fan of new cars) vehicle soon anyhow. This poor truck is a ’99 Chevy Blazer. The mileage is low, but maybe it’s just time to move on.
Tomorrow the high will be a mere 82º!! Can you see me doing the happy dance in my chair???
PS — Kurt thanks you for all the well-wishes regarding his oyster poisoning. He spent most of his duty day yesterday sleeping (in fact, he fell asleep at 7pm and didn’t wake back up till 2am after sleeping all morning long as well), so he feels much better now. I’m glad. I hate it when he’s sick. I can’t do anything for him!